-It's the Rush You Get- (Chapter 1)More Like This
-It's the Rush You Get-
Jack lay back, watching the ash grey cloud of his breath fly and curl; wispy, like a spirit of some kind, a ghostly cry of pain from his tar stitched lungs. Jackson coughed next to him, his hazel eyes bloodshot and his smile was beautiful.
If one could call the grimace on his lips beautiful. Jack took another slow drag on his last cigarette. He exhaled again, fighting the urge to laugh at the rude shape it twisted into briefly before it was swept into nothingness by the not so stale air. It was much cleaner up on the roof. Jackson hiccoughed and clawed angry bruises into his spotted, bloodied forearms. Jack barely spared his twin brother a glance. It was pathetic, but he reached down anyway to rake broken nails and sharp scabbed, calloused fingertips through patchy brunette strands of hair. Jack sighed as he pulled out a clump by accident and Jackson moaned sadly at the loss.
Oh how the mighty fell.
One bullet left.
Jack wanted it to be Jackson.
Loki x Reader No MistletoeMore Like This
Loki x Reader No Mistletoe
“Well, well, well, whatever do we have here?” (Name) froze as she heard the over-smooth voice of her beyond slick husband, Loki, float into the room.
“Oh, dear (Name), won’t you turn around and see what I have for you?” She was reluctant to do so.
“Loki…if that’s mistletoe you have in your hand, we are going to have a very bad evening.” She almost growled. The snicker she heard more or less gave it away as she turned to face him.
And you wouldn’t believe what was in his hand.
“How about an early Christmas present, darling?”
“Loki Laufeyson, this would be the fifth ‘early Christmas present’ this month. I love them just as much as you do--”
“I knew it.”
“--But seriously, it’s not even December yet! And you know how I feel about people and their early Christmas crap in November. …Besides, we can’t do that with Janna stand